“I love you so much,” I whisper.
He rolls us until I’m on my back, and sunlight beams behind him, silhouetting the Summer Prince in rays of gold.
“I will never stop loving you,” Dayton whispers against me. “Not until my last breath.”
A sudden terrible fear fills me for a moment, but he silences it with a devastating kiss. “I will mate you now, Rosalina.”
My legs spread as he positions his cock, hard again, at my entrance, and then shoves himself inside with a deep male groan. A tiny whimper escapes my lips as my body adjusts to his size. The full width of him fills me completely with each inch that he slides deeper, deeper, deeper.
“More,” I tremble, fingers clawing at his back. “I want all of you inside of me.”
“Baby, can you take it?” he asks, voice raspy, his own pleasure rocking him.
“Yes,” I say, thrusting my hips up. He sinks to the hilt.
Dayton’s eyelids flutter and the muscles in his throat bob as he throws his head back. “Oh, Rosie.”
I feel it too, this utter completeness. At last, I’m fulfilling the urge that has clawed at me ever since the first moment I laid eyes on the Summer Prince.
Dayton takes in a shuddering breath and looks as if he’s almost nervous. I clasp my hands on each side of his perfect face.
“Your curse will break. Our love is that strong.”
“I know. I believe in us, more than I believe in anything else.”
It’s a wicked sort of agony, the slow drag of his cock rubbing against my sensitive inner walls.
Through that pleasure, something uncoils within me, growing warmer and warmer next to my heart.
“Do you feel it?” I press a palm against his chest.
“Yes.” His eyes shudder closed. “Surprised I’m not entirely made of flame.”
“But you are,” I gasp. “You are warmth and sunshine. My light in the darkest places.”
It consumes me then, consumes us both. His lips press hard against mine, hands roaming over my body.
“I love you. I love you,” he says, the sound of our bodies moving together filling the room. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I think I say but the world has turned golden and hazy as he takes me like the tide sweeps the shore.
“Say it louder.”
Everything within me splinters. “I’m yours,” I cry out. “I’m yours.”
Dayton’s hand digs into the covers, the other weaving into my hair.
I press my lips to his cheeks, tasting salty tears. The Summer Prince is crying.
My body aches for release. I’m unable to comprehend anything beyond it. I surrender to our fire.
“I’m lost in your storm,” I gasp against him. “I never want out.”
A primal growl resounds in his chest. “This is it, Blossom. I’m going to claim you.”
He moves, hands working their way over my body, my breasts, rubbing my clit as his cock thrusts powerfully into me.
My pleasure crests like a delirious ember, a burning beside my heart that can’t be captured. The sun washes the whole world in light. “Dayton!” I cry out, unable to hold back the tidal wave of emotions.
